Galaxy's Edge Space Bar

[Shenmue654]

"Guess I'm the only dead guy, or at least I'm pretty...pretty sure I was," says Jeffrey, his voice mellowing out as he speaks the last part. "I saw my dead sister, right there. Waiting for me." Jeffrey swallows and for a moment, he can hear the ringing again. He cleans out one ear and tries to shake it off. He honestly hopes that the Void juice never stops working. "And sure, for now. While we're even, de--Dalik."

Jeffrey peers over at the notepad, nods, and casually puts several strange-looking bills on the table, which he apparently took out of a wallet in his pocket. The bartender accepts them wordlessly.

[Terenia]

The bartender tucks the cash into his pocket, along with the notepad. Then he turns to prepare the drink.

"Even?" Dalik asks, ****ing an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" Brown eyes scan up and down Jeffrey's body, making a show of looking unimpressed. "You're not dead. Obviously. Off your rocker, maybe, but not dead."

She hooks her feet on the bottom rung of the barstool, slurping the last little bit of lemonade from her glass.

[Shenmue654]

"While I haven't got any powers to show you, and you could kill me in a couple seconds with that wild-looking ray gun of yours, we're even," says Jeffrey wryly. "But Merc over there's probably right--- We're better off not being at each other's throats in here. Me and him have no idea how this place even works, and I doubt you know that much more than us."

"As for being off my rocker, oh there's no doubt about that Yeerk," says Jeffrey with a shrug, proving that he does indeed remember how to pronounce it. All of his movements were exaggerated, like he thought he was on a stage in this bar in the middle of nowhere. But it was habit, really--- Most of the time he practically was putting on a show. "Longer I use my goddamn powers for, the crazier I get!"

[Terenia]

"Wonderful," Dalik says dryly, pushing her empty tumbler back and gesturing for the bartender to bring another. "I'll have to have words with my brother about his choice of venue."

Turning in her barstool, she gazes through the shadows, but the place is as empty as ever. She sighs. "If I ever get the chance to speak to him. I hope he didn't get captured. That would be messy."

[guitarhero01234]

Merc raises an eyebrow at Dalik. "'Messy?' I think that's a bit of an understatement. I'm not very well-informed about this neck of the woods, but I imagine getting captured is a little more than messy." He accepts his drink from the bartender, downing it without a word. "I'm hoping this fellow shows up, though. Maybe then we can get some answers."

[Shenmue654]

"I'd say it depends on who you get captured by for how messy it is, but I agree that there's usually going to be blood on the floor at the end of the show," says Jeffrey. "And again, you still haven't said what it is you do that would mean that kind of a risk is involved! Well, if you won't..."

Jeffrey slides a card onto the table between them. It was purple, with what looked like the same symbol that was on his necklace on it in white. The card read, "Mind Melter. A.K.A. Void Valmont. Professional Supervillain and CEO of Draconis Supervillain Corporation."

"Villains are incorporated, Heroes are in Corps or Organizations," says Jeffrey casually.

[Terenia]

"Mind Melter?" Dalik asks, reaading aloud. She gives a quiet laugh, caught somewhere between disbelieving and nervous.

Eyes flickering to Merc, she shrugs. "I doubt my brother has the sort of answers you're looking for. Though considering he suggested this place, it's not impossible." Tugging her comm from her pocket once more she murmurs, "I suppose I could try to get a message out to him."

"As for what I do," she continues, accepting a fresh glass of lemonade from the bartender. "I'm afraid I don't have a fancy card to hand out. These days I don't do much of anything, except drift. I try to attack the Empire best I can remotely, so I suppose you could call me..." She hesitates, thinking through the possible titles, "...a hacker? I'm good with computers."

[guitarhero01234]

"Professional villain, huh?" Merc comments, smirking. "Hate to devalue your work, but where I'm from, that describes pretty much everyone. Las Vegas, my friend." He shoots a few sparks from his fingers in a mock firework show. "Land of the sleaze, home of the depraved."

He downs the shot that the bartender provided. "Mind Melter's a pretty good name, though. Gotta say, you guys have it made. I've spent the past five years or so picking up odd jobs, apartment squatting, and the like. Trying to keep my nose clean anymore."

Merc turns his gaze toward Dalik. "By the way, you mind explaining this 'Empire' thing? Not quite sure I follow you there."

[Chad32]

Outside the bar, a strange machine pops in from seemingly nowhere. It opens up, and a skeletal creature steps out. It's a bipedal goat skeleton with Human-like hands. It stands about four feet tall, and has small horns. Points of light shone within the eye sockets of a skull that's somehow able to make normal facial expressions. As strange as the creature is, what it wears is rather mundane. A blue t-shirt, with two horizontal orange stripes around it, and khaki shorts. He took a look around, and headed into what looked like a bar.

"I guess this will teach me not to mess with dad's stuff. It's not Grillby's, but it will have to do."

He took a seat at the bar, and tried to get the attention of the bartender.

"I don't suppose you can get me some spaghetti, and a bottle of ketchup?"

He took a look around at the other patrons. He wondered if any of them were friendly.

[Terenia]

Dalik's gaze is drawn by the fireworks show, temporarily distracting her from an answer. "Huh?" She shakes herself. "Oh. The Empire." She sneers the word. "They're our main political body. A bunch of idiots hopped up on dreams of glory. I'm pretty sure they're dead set on destroying the galaxy. I've been--"

She cuts off at the appearance of something decidedly not human -- or resembling any other creature she was familiar with. Her eyes widen slightly at the short, skeletal creature, then narrow in rapt fascination. "What the hell is that?" she asks of her two companions, not being particularly quiet about it.

[guitarhero01234]

((Note: Edited because this post didn't make much sense before))

Similarly, Merc stares wide-eyed at the skeletal goat. He barely even notices Dalik's question, much less cares. "Uh . . ." Clearly, his normally charismatic nature had abandoned him the moment the skeleton-creature walked in the bar. "Y'know what? I think I'm gonna stretch my legs for a sec," he mumbles as he hastily gets up and makes his way toward the clearly-marked restroom. Once he's out of sight, a clearly audible, "WHAT THE ****" comes from his general direction.

[Terenia]

Dalik winces at the sound, removed as it is, then tugs her comm link free of her pocket once more. "I think I'm going to see if I can get ahold of my brother. Perhaps we can arrange to meet elsewhere." Her fingers fly over a holographic screen as she writes in an alien script.

"Safest place in the galaxy my ass," she mutters under her breath, sending the message out and hunching her shoulders over her lemonade, as if to protect it from the less savory creatures of the bar.

[Chad32]

The skeletal Monster glanced over at the noise. Apparently people here were unfamiliar with Monsters, or something. One of the humans had goen to the bathroom, and the other was hunched over her phone or something. He received his food, and paid the bartender in Irish currency. He took a few bites of spaghetti, and squirted the ketchup directly into his mouth. Mysteriously, the food vanished after passing his jaws, instead of falling through his rib cage or staining his spine.

"This is good. My compliments to the chef."

The bartender said nothing, and the skeleton didn't seem to expect him to reply.

[Shenmue654]

"Yep, Mind Melter!" Jeffrey says cheerfully. He then glances in surprise at Merc. "Wait, really? You're from the ancient city of Vegas? Then you're from before the Dome!" His voice suddenly gets animated and chatty, almost like an excited anthropologist. "Tell me, is it really the city of Villains and the gambling and drug center of the world? Do they have any Nusoma, or was that actually invented----"

Jeffrey suddenly stops talking as soon as he sees an obviously impossible sight: A living, walking, talking goat anthro skeleton man wandering nonchalantly into the Bar and asking for a plate of spaghetti. He blinks multiple times and then suddenly reaches into his pocket and stabs himself with something that looks a lot like a diabetes glucose-monitoring needle. The little needle gives him a readout, and he shakes his head. "...okay I'm clean. Then....Ngghjhhaha."

Jeffrey blinks over and over, and finally manages a feeble, "....what in the world are you? Sir. Mr. Scary Goat Skeleton Man Thing."

[Chad32]

It was obvious that these Humans were uncomfortable with the sight of him. He would have to emulate the skills of his father to diffuse the situation as best he could.

"Hey Human. You look rattled. Tibia honest, I'm not looking to butt heads with anyone. I'm just a kid, after all. the name is Verdana. I'm not sure where this is, but I don't seem to be on Earth anymore." He kept a straight face after his string of puns. It wasn't good form to laugh at your own jokes.